The cold reign of darkness-shadows the infinite shadow Enlisting blackness to repairthe wounds Which were succesfully administered By the cruel curse of life's-blinding lights Hell regurgitates devouring magma from the dank depths Royalty or not-you're all gonna die Catholic or not-you're all gonna die Once more to reclaim the throne-ever more to claim heredity Ownership of the dead and all the responsibilities Falling helpless into the hands of no-more you That cold lonely planet was never your real home Rich man or not-you're all gonna die President or not-you're all gonna die There are those who defy the end-scream and beg for more Dragged away and destined to scream Whims that howl in tormented storms No rights to be-no rights to see Your sad epitaph shall now read as follows Scientist or not-you're all gonna die Satanist or not